It appeared that this individual was the mastermind, the leader.

Summoning all her strength, Josie tightly clenched her hand, regaining her clarity. She straightened up and opened her eyes, attempting to discern the identity of the person.

After listening to Johnny's report, the woman finally approached Josie.

"You're quite resilient," came a familiar voice. Josie could now clearly see the face of the person speaking.

That face bore a striking resemblance to her own. It wasn't exactly a beautiful face, but rather, somewhat plain. However, their eyes were both exceptionally bright and clear, radiating a stubborn resilience.

"Heather!"

Josie merely furrowed her brows, seemingly unsurprised, as she continued to gaze at Heather.

Heather folded her umbrella and stood in front of her with a puzzled expression. "You don't seem surprised."

"I had a hunch," Josie responded with a smirk.

In Wavery, no one wished for Josie to disappear more than Heather did.

"The rain was heavy last night, but I slept quite well. How about you?" Heather looked at Josie with a meaningful gaze.

The latter was drenched from head to toe, her face pale, looking completely disheveled.

Just seeing her in that state brought joy to Heather.

"As you can see."

Heather had been observing me all this time. How much does she know? Josie wondered.

Heather leisurely strolled around her, making a full circle. "I really didn't expect Dexter to let you go abroad. He has made thorough plans for you. You're truly fortunate."

Ever since her unsuccessful attempt to teach Josie a lesson at the bar, which ended with Dexter rescuing Josie, she had been keeping tabs on her. When she discovered that Josie was heading to the airport, she felt relieved. However, what she didn't expect was that Josie didn't leave.

"As you wished, I didn't go."

"If you did go, does that mean you'll become a secret lover?" Heather bent down, looked at Josie, and slowly added, "You really have no shame."

Yet, even when scolded like this, Josie didn't get angry. She looked at Heather with a gaze full of contempt, as if she was looking at trash, seemingly quite puzzled.

She suddenly let out a soft chuckle.

Heather's expression changed. "Why are you laughing?"

"I'm laughing at the audacity of you calling me shameless when it's clearly you. How can you have the nerve to scold me so confidently?" Josie adjusted her posture, looking utterly fed up. "Even if you kill me today, I will always be Dexter's first wife. After marrying you, he still wants to keep me as a mistress tucked away in a luxurious house. That's an indisputable fact."

"You!"

These words clearly provoked Heather. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to hold back.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

"You're too full of yourself, Josie. Who do you think you are? You're nothing more than a third party who interfered with me and Dex. If I hadn't gotten lost back then, would you even matter?"

When she spoke those words, she was extremely confident, so confident that it left Josie dumbfounded. It was as if she had gone mad, completely immersing herself in the identity of Liana. It was probably because she had worn the mask for so long that she couldn't take it off anymore...

It seemed that Arnold's sudden incident left him no time to inform her that he had already discovered her true identity. That must be why she was speaking so boldly.

This could be considered a good thing.

Josie's smile widened. "So, why did you kidnap me? You're about to get married. Are you so insecure that you think I'd try to steal him from you?"

"Enough, Josie! Stop pretending you don't care. I can't stand your high and mighty attitude!" Heather turned around, pulled the knife from Johnny's hand, and held it to Josie's face.

"We're both the same kind of people, so why do you get all the benefits?"